[Greek Mythology Saint Hades Mythology LC] Golden Age

Biting my lip, I hurriedly carried the heavy golden holy cloth box on my back, supported Sisyphus and knocked on the gate of the orphanage.

The still friendly and friendly dean placed us in an empty room, and also gave us necessities such as clean clothes and bandages--the children played naughtily, and the simple treatment of a broken skin and bleeding was not a problem.But at the moment, the orphanage is holding a simple funeral, because it is said that yesterday a child mischievously played with fire and caused a terrible accident - the dean and the nuns all had red eyes, and they cried as soon as they saw it.

After thanking him, I looked at Sisyphus' sad expression lamenting the loss of his life, and I already noticed a bad fact in my heart: In his gentle dreamland, I was probably the only real intruder who represented cruelty.Since everything is reflected in his heart, is it because my beloved has always been used to guilt and blames himself for everything, so in the dream no one suspects that Sasha and the others were killed and burned?

I looked at Sisyphus, who had a soft heart but was tortured because of it. He was watching through the window the black carriage of the church slowly driving out of the gate. There were white calla lilies and three small coffins on it. Will go to the cemetery for burial.His expression suddenly became more painful--I found that blood was oozing from between the fingers covering his chest! !

God! !I exclaimed, and hurriedly supported him to half-ly lie on the bed, and carefully lifted off his clothes to check the bleeding wound—isn't it where he was shot by an arrow?Seeing that my face was extremely ugly, Sisyphus actually reluctantly comforted me, "Minos, it's just a small injury, and it will heal soon. Don't worry."

I couldn't speak, worrying how to heal Zhongzhong's true soul injury?

Under his comforting eyes, I temporarily bandaged his chest, raised my hand to wipe his wet forehead, looked up at Sisyphus who had forgotten the truth of reality, and leaned on his shoulder carefully, murmuring in a low voice What I wanted to say: I almost said sorry again, I accidentally hurt you.

Sisyphus's warm breath brushed my cold cheeks like wings, and he embraced my shoulder encouragingly, "I don't feel threatened by the enemy's small universe, don't worry, Minos, this is not an attack, it's probably an old wound from the past. Just open, I'm fine----"

I fell silent, and after a while, I leaned into his ear and said softly, "Then, after your wound heals, shall we set off to find Athena?"

He reassured, "Okay, don't worry. Minos, we'll just rest here for a few days. You need to cheer up and be happy, okay?"

I forced a smile, raised my hand to cover his shirt, and smoothed the stiff linen neckline with my fingers.

Sisyphus looked at my still depressed expression, and asked gently after a while, "Minos, I'm a little thirsty, can you fetch me a glass of water?"

I got up quickly, knowing that this was his plan to find something for me to do to divert my depressed thoughts and emotions-how could I let him down?

In addition to the full jug, I scavenged the kitchen for a bagful of sugar biscuits and fresh apples and cherries: in this dream of abundance, the priest's orphanage has just been entertained, and the headmaster and cook are equally generous.

He looked at me returning with a full load and smiled slightly.

I poured water, held it to his lips, waited for him to drink it slowly, and took another bunch of cherries covered with thick purple pulp, and wanted to feed it to him.

Sisyphus helplessly stroked his injured chest lightly, with a painful expression on his face, and he could not laugh or laugh.However, he always indulged any of my requests. After enjoying my care and swallowing a few, he also picked up one and fed me in return. His warm fingers touched my lips vaguely, Looking at his smile, I licked his fingertips --- this reward is the sweetest fruit.

After night fell, I thought of his reading habit, so I lit a candle, opened the book, and sat on the edge of the bed and read to him softly. Under the flickering light, Sisyphus closed his eyes and listened, his lips were glossy Like half-dissolved beeswax, the long eyelashes hang down comfortably—these are introductions to the customs and customs of civilizations in different regions of the human world, and he likes them very much.Then, my voice is clear and gurgling, he also thinks it is pleasant?Can he heal the pain in his soul?

After a while, Sisyphus opened his eyes and smiled kindly toward me——

I looked back and saw a few curious children who were not sleeping, crowding outside the door and looking at us.The oldest one is only seven or eight years old, and the youngest one still has a snotty nose. His eyes fell on the guest room, where I placed the plate of glowing red apples. In fact, I used them to scent the room.

Seeing that Sisyphus was about to get up, I knew his thoughts and behaviors well, and immediately pressed him, "You have a good rest, I'll come--"

As he spoke, he picked up a red apple, broke it into two, and the drooling children waved, "Come on, everyone has one."

The children came in unafraid, and after receiving it, the youngest one still mumbled, "Thank you pretty sister."

elder sister?Maybe it was dark and the light was dim so I couldn't see clearly.These kids are cuter than damn Sasha anyway.I didn't intend to correct the child's confused cognition, I just patted her head and watched her chewing sweetly.

After eating, I stuffed another one for each of them and let them take it away in their pockets. When it was done, I turned around and saw Sisyphus leaning on the bedside and looking at me with a smile——he must have something to do when he sat up. The wound was touched, but the cold sweat on the forehead has stopped, and the complexion has also improved. Is it not so painful?

I was pleasantly surprised to ask, he thought for a while, and said with a quick smile, "I didn't notice it before I knew it, and now I have completely forgotten that there is still a wound on my chest. Minos, don't worry."

This must have been intended to comfort me.However, I have faintly noticed a way to heal soul damage.And in order to verify it, I began to actively look for medicine----This orphanage is full of medicines, maybe all of them are good medicines!

The goal was clear: to keep the little ones happy, and Sisyphus would appreciate it.I deliberately let myself be liked by children, even at the expense of letting a group of children who are curious to listen to stories surround me - from ancient Greek Aesop's fables to modern Shakespeare's plays, the latter was changed to Simple Happiness by me The version tells ---

On a sunny day, I occupied the shade of the tree where Sasha was sitting. The warm wind blew by, leaving mottled and swaying shadows on the leaves on the white shirt. The children lay or leaned on me, surrounded me quietly Listen quietly ----

"Because the coffin was lifted too swayingly, Juliet unconsciously spit out more than half of the fake death potion she drank, so the effect of the potion gradually wore off, and she heard her most beloved Romeo telling her love in her ear-- --What? He also wants to take poison and follow him to death?! No! Don't!"

The children stared at their round eyes, "What happened next? Luna?"

I looked up at the opposite window, and there stood a tall figure in a dark blue coat, with brown hair hanging down gently on his forehead, and an uncontrollable smile raised at the corner of his mouth.

So I became more energetic, and said vividly, "Just before Romeo raised his arm and poured the poison into his throat, Juliet reached out to hold his arm, and Romeo saw those beautiful eyes burning with love again--- -Ah, how sincerely he thanked God for being able to hold his beloved in his arms again! Before dawn, Romeo took Juliet away to other cities, and the two lived happily ever after La."

Children always like a happy ending, but they are still puzzled, "Sister Luna, what do you mean by love?"

This... I am really not interested in discussing this issue with children, but I looked at the person standing by the wide open window, blinked and said calmly and clearly, "Love is, that is, Romeo must go to Juliet no matter what, Flying over the garden wall on the light wings of love, for no wall of masonry can block love. The power of love is capable of doing things, so Romeo is not afraid of the interference of the two families. He looked The light that shines in the window over Juliet... Feeling that Juliet is his love, his love. Oh, if she knew that he loved her!

The children were confused when they heard it. At this time, Mammy rang the bell for dinner, and that's the end of today's story.Sisyphus came out of the room facing the light, and stretched out his hand towards me affectionately——I looked up at him obsessively, and let him pull me up.

He held my hand, "Miss Luna, whose head is full of stories----" smiled and actually called me like the children in the orphanage regardless of gender, "It's just, how did the story you just told me have nothing to do with me?" Have you heard anything different?"

Seeing that he looked very good, I smiled and said, "So what? Since they are in love, and both of them have the courage and determination to break through obstacles, why can't they be together? Don't you like the ending in that book?" ? Or, do you have other ideas?"

Sisyphus thought for a while, and said seriously, "If the two can successfully resolve the enmity between the two families, so that there will be no more disputes and duels in the city, this ending is more in line with my ideal."

I understood immediately, looked into his eyes and said solemnly, "Okay, next time at the end of this story, Romeo and Juliet will bring their children back to their hometown ten years later--the parents of both sides are overjoyed and they will make a big fuss in the city. To celebrate, to celebrate this peace at last, all the pastry shops will give the poor raisin loaves, and the fountain in front of the town hall will be filled with rum, will you?"

The smile in Sisyphus’s eyes was like the warm sun, he kindly squeezed my face slightly, as a sign of approval for my nonsense.Taking advantage of the situation, I also stretched out my hand and gently rested it on his chest--fingers caressed the place where the bandage was wrapped.

"Does it still hurt?" I asked softly.

He covered mine with his palm, shaking his head with a smile. "With your meticulous care these days, I... thank you, Minos. I am really lucky."

Now that I have determined what is the best medicinal material to heal his soul wounds, of course I did not hesitate to concoct it--even for the first time in my life, I did a human job: I volunteered to help the nuns solve a problem that they could not afford. Insufficient Difficult Problem: Bathe children who are too active.

This is really a messy errand: Of course, the orphanage does not have the piped water supply system of the mansions of nobles and rich people. I can only fetch water from the well one trip at a time, and I will feel funny when I see blisters from my pampered hands: Hades The presiding judge actually served a bunch of little ghosts in this dream, and they were not playing around like usual, it was like a water fight.If Luney, who likes to be quiet, sees me crowded in the middle of a bunch of naked and noisy children, telling this one to come and flush the water and the other to return the soap, he will faint.

After finally taking a shower one by one, my whole body was soaked from my hair to my ankles. I don't know if it's water or sweat, bah bah!It's all in my mouth.

It's just... I wiped my forehead, and then taught the children who were clean and smelling of verbena to blow soap bubbles with wheat straw, watching a large string of transparent light bubbles glowing with colorful iridescence in the sun, There is a strange, indescribable joy in flying far away in the wind.

What's more, I spread my arms and legs and half leaned on the steps, and there was a tall and warm man with the cleanest breath in his arms, who gently embraced me from behind.

I looked back at Sisyphus's bright smile - this is the best reward.

Afterwards, he even dried my hair for me - when I deliberately said that I was too tired to move, he even fetched water himself and wiped my body carefully: I lowered my eyes to cover the triumphant look in my eyes, Let him lift my arm -- fine drops of water swim on my smooth limbs, wet marks glisten on the silky ivory skin, I really look like a flawless sculpture .

Sisyphus was wearing a white shirt, the cuffs of his towel-twisting hands were rolled up high, and a button was unbuttoned at his collar, and the bandage on his chest had been removed. I looked closely at his chest, and even the faint scars disappeared—— ---Does this mean that I have completely healed the wound of his soul?

Facing his smiling face, I tilted my head, "Well, you see me working so hard, can you give me a gift?"

He responded immediately and kept kneading my arm, "Okay. Minos, what do you want?"

"Anything is okay? Is it okay to spend all your property and ask you to pay on credit?"

Sisyphus nodded without changing his smile, "As long as you like. Minos, I can give you anything."

"Then... let me think about it." I rolled my eyes, deliberately staring at his golden holy cloth box——

Sisyphus coughed, "This..."

"Haha, okay. I'm kidding you." I smiled and stretched out my hand to press the dark red hair tie tied across his forehead, and stroked the soft and tough fabric fibers with my fingers. Outline, "I've changed my mind, I want this--Sisyphus, I want you to give it to me. Mmm...and wrap your hands around my wrist."

He smiled, raised his hand and took it off. Then, he took my left wrist, carefully wound it three times, and tied a fixed knot.

----This is a beloved thing that I will never take off.It represents you, my Sisyphus.

I raised my hand to gather a lock of brown forehead hair hanging down on him, looking at those eyes full of warmth and smile, I whispered, "Even if we are separated, I will still follow its entanglement, and eventually To return to you one day. Is it so, Sisyphus?"

He replied softly, "Yes, it will accompany you instead of me. It will also watch you and tell you not to be too bold and mischievous in spite of danger—Minos, please promise me..."

Speaking of this, Sisyphus suddenly showed confusion on his handsome face, as if he was trying to think about memories——

My heart skipped a beat, I immediately hugged him tightly, and said in a nervous muffled voice, "What do you want me to promise?"

"Minos, please..." He patted my back softly, and after hesitating for a moment, he actually said, "Please, always bathe in bright light like this, and live gently and happily. Minos, I How I love to see you happy."

----Does Sisyphus vaguely remember it?But the hidden worries in his subconscious will not repeat like the real world.Because there is no shameless slut Athena who makes me hate and rage, Sisyphus will only see me with a gentle smile.Then I live happily with him in the dream world, what is the difficulty?When the overall situation in the outside world is certain, even if he returns to the real world, Sisyphus will never ignore the deep friendship between you and him for many years in the dream.

I leaned on his shoulder, with confidence in my eyes, and smiled, "Okay. I will do what you wish, um, live happily with you."

The author has something to say:

Faintly felt the ending of HE.Ha ha.